ankle

Hallelujah can barely breathe through the pain of each step. Rachel is panting from the effort of holding Hallelujah up. Still, when they get closer to the clearing, Rachel manages to call out: __onah! Help!__here__ a rustling noise up ahead. Twigs snapping. And then Jonah appears. His face is in shadow, but his voice is worried: __hat happened?___ turned my ankle,_ Hallelujah says. ____ okay.___he__ not okay,_ Rachel gasps. __he can__ put weight on it. Can you carry her?__onah doesn__ hesitate. He wraps one arm around Hallelujah__ waist, and then he scoops up her legs with the other. In a single, fluid motion, she__ off the ground. She holds on to his shoulders. For a second, she thinks about how strange this is__o be held like this, to be held by Jonah.